Caught!
by Sonofjack; sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A husband is caught engaging in inappropriate behavior


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Here is my latest story. I hope that the readers enjoy it. If you do (or even
if you don't) please, let me know at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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"That's right, Baby, flip over and do the backstroke for awhile. Oh, yeah,
Baby, arch that back and kick those long legs. That's right, Baby, that's the
good stuff."

Okay, so I'm not entirely proud of the fact that I'm watching my eighteen year
old sister-in-law while she takes a mid-morning swim in our backyard pool. I
suppose it's even creepier that I'm watching from the upstairs window of the
bedroom that I share with my wife, the older sister of the current object of
my lustful drooling.

Believe me; it isn't that my wife isn't a beautiful, red-hot babe. She's ten
years older than her little sister, but she could easily pass for twenty-two.
And while her sister has a very sexy figure, my wife's figure is absolutely
devastating. My wife Anna is 5'7" which makes her four inches shorter than me.
Her measurements are an incredible 42-25-36, and her cup size is an
outstanding G. Her breasts are so large and firm that most people simply
assume that they're fake. If I didn't know better, I would swear that her
breast weren't natural.

You'll just have to take my word for it; her lovely, firm, large breasts are
one hundred percent all her. As the only man who has had the privilege of
sucking, fondling, kissing, licking and fucking them during our six year
marriage, I can attest to their authenticity.

My wife doesn't just have an amazing body either. She's also got a naturally
beautiful face that would be the envy of most supermodels. From her large and
piercing sky-blue eyes to her thick, lush lips; from her thin, slightly
upturned nose to her strong, classical chin, she's simply amazing. She's even
a natural blonde with hair that looks like spun gold and that reaches all the
way to her round and firm derriere.

So why would a guy with a wife that looks like a goddess be peeking out the
window at his younger sister-in-law and imagining all the things he'd like to
do with her? Why else? Because I'm a man. And despite what goes on around
here, I AM still a man.

I guess that's part of the problem. See, shortly after Anna and I got
married""the day after we got home from our honeymoon if fact, she started
laying down the law to me. Before I knew it, Anna made me quit my job and
become a permanent stay-at-home husband. She said that since she made more
than twice as much money as I did that it didn't make sense for her to quit
her job.

At first, I was more than happy to go along with this. I thought it would be
great to lounge around the house and pool all day while my beautiful sexy wife
brought home the bacon. However, after two or three days of me sitting around
the house doing nothing, Anna left a list of chores for me to do while she
went to work.

"Yeah, yeah," I thought. "Big deal, a list of chores; what was she going to do
if I didn't finish them, divorce me?" So I half-heartedly completed a few of
the chores on that first list. I figured as long as I did one or two things a
day that would keep her off my back and still leave me plenty of time to loaf.

Boy was I wrong. That first day after leaving me with a chore list, Anna came
home and gave our house a thorough inspection. Then she called me into the
living room and said in her sweetest voice, "Honey, I've been looking around,
and you clearly haven't completed even half of your chores today."

"But, Baby, I did the best I could," I lied. "I'm just not cut out for this
kind of domestic work. I need to be out in the world, hustling for a buck. You
know me, I'm a go-getter!"

"But, Sweetheart, we discussed all that. Your 'hustling for a buck' as you put
it earned you a mere pittance compared to the type of salary I bring down.
Therefore, we agreed that you would stay home and take care of the house."

"That's funny, because I don't remember exactly agreeing to that," I said.
"The way I remember it, you basically just told me that it was going to be
that way."

"Okay, fine," Anna said with a cool, calm voice, "So now I'm telling you again
that it's going to that way."

"But what if I don't like it?" I asked.

"Sweetheart, don't make this difficult. After all, we both know that I'm the
boss around here." As she said this Anna got up and removed the jacket of the
business suit that she was wearing. She then removed her white blouse and
revealed her strong muscular arms.

"W-w-what are you doing?" I asked.

"Why, Silly Willy, I'm just reminding you that I'm the boss of this
relationship and why." As she said this, she flexed her powerful arms and I
watched in awe as her toned biceps began to rise. Even though I'd seen Anna do
this at least a hundred times before, I still stood as transfixed as I did the
first time I saw it. Her biceps rose to fourteen, fifteen then sixteen inches.
Sixteen inches of the most beautifully peaked feminine biceps in the known
universe.

And as strong as Anna looked, I knew from personal experience that she was
much, much stronger. I discovered this on one of our first dates. We decided
to take a drive out in the country and have a picnic lunch. Long story short,
my car blew a tire on the way home. When I found a note saying my brother had
borrowed my jack in the place where my jack should have been, I thought we
were stranded. I thought so until Anna, with minimal strain, lifted up the
entire front end of my car and held it until I could get the spare tire on.
She didn't even tell me to hurry up. As I found out later, she could have held
the front end of that car up all day if she wanted to.

"Okay, okay, Baby," I said, "You're the boss. That still doesn't mean I can
get this long list of chores done in the time you're at work."

"Sure you can, Sweetie. After all, you're a go-getter," she said with a
slightly sarcastic tone. Then more seriously she said, "If you plan your time
right and don't spend so much time loafing, you'll have plenty of time to get
these chores done."

"Okay, maybe," I said dejectedly.

"Not 'maybe'," she said forcefully, "You WILL have all your chores finished
when I get home tomorrow. Or else!"

"What do you mean by 'or else'?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Figure it out," she said.

"But . . . But that's not fair," I cried.

"What's not fair?" she asked sweetly.

"You said . . . You said you'd never use your strength against me," I
reminded.

"That's because I didn't think you'd ever act like such a butt-head," she
countered.

"BUT THAT'S NOT FAIR!" I repeated.

Anna let out a long sigh indicating that she'd had enough. She slowly walked
over to me, grabbed my shirt with both hands and pulled my face close to hers.
"Listen, Sweetheart, first let me say that I love you very much. However, I'm
not going to let you sit around the pool all day while I'm hard at work. Your
job is to keep this house and yard in order and to have a decent meal ready
for me when I get home. If you're not man enough to manage those tasks on your
own, then it looks like I'm going to have to be woman enough to see that you
at least do as you are told. That means I tell you what to do, and you do it.
Period. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Dear," I said completely intimidated and beaten.

"And one other thing, Sweetheart," she said.

"Yes, Dear?"

"If you ever raise your voice to me like that again, I'm afraid I'm going to
have to REALLY remind you why I'm the boss of this marriage. Got it?"

"(Gulp) Yes, Dear."

After that, I did as I was told. Every day Anna leaves me a list of chores,
and every day I complete them or I better have a damned good excuse why I
didn't.

I did try to test Anna's authority once about six months after we were
married. I left two or three chores uncompleted one day. When Anna got home
and did her daily inspection, she asked me about the uncompleted chores. When
I told her that I just didn't get around to them she asked me why. When I said
that I just didn't feel like doing them, she sent me to bed without any
supper. When I raised my voice to complain about her punishment she put me
over her knee and spanked me like a little kid. Then she grounded me for two
weeks. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere during the day without her permission
except the grocery store.

I've never questioned her authority again.

But don't get me wrong, I'm not sorry I married Anna. I love my wife very
much, and the sex is out of this world. Believe me when I tell you that few
experiences can compare with having my strong and sexy wife hold me close to
her incredible body with one hand while I fuck her huge tits in midair. And
nothing surpasses when she lifts me over her head like a barbell and gives me
a blowjob. My wife is a very affectionate and generous woman. When you combine
that with her being incredibly beautiful and impossibly strong . . . . Let's
just say that I'm a lucky guy, and I know it.

Believe me, I worship my wife. If I forget to, she forces me to my knees and
makes me grovel before her! That okay though because it gives me the
opportunity to gaze up at her seductive body and ravishing beauty while I'm
down on the floor kissing and licking her feet.

The only real complaint I have is that she keeps me on such a short leash. In
fact, sometimes when she's really feeling saucy, she literally makes me wear a
leash! I don't mind much except when she makes me wear it in public.

But all marriages have their ups and downs. Believe me when I tell you that
being married to a powerful sex goddess like my wife has way more up than
downs. I really do love her, and I would not want to be married to anyone
else.

So I guess that takes us back to the question of why a guy lucky enough to
have a wife like Anna would be peeking at his bikini clad sister-in-law.

"That's right, Baby, pull yourself out of that pool. Shake yourself off a
little as you walk over to your towel draped over that chaise lounge. Oh yes,
Baby, flip that hair and arch that back again while you reach for the towel.
Now, use that towel to dry off, Baby. Press it hard against your young, firm
but supple body. Oh, Baby, I wish I was that towel. I wish you'd use me like
that and press me against your big, round tits and wrap me around your tiny
waist so that I could hang off your firm sexy hips."

It all started a few weeks ago when Anna informed me that her little sister
Christina was coming to visit. It seems that the kid wanted to check out a
couple of colleges in this part of the country. Christina graduated high
school a little over a year ago. Before entering college, she decided to
backpack around Europe for a year first. That's the way the women are in my
wife's family-the adventurous type. Anyway, she was back now, and she decided
it was time for her to explore some colleges.

My wife and her sister had never been that close because of the ten year
difference in their ages. Plus, my wife has always been the over-achieving,
independent type. For example, she left home and went out into the world on
her own when she was just sixteen. Being this way, she really didn't make much
time for her kid sister when she was little. Now, Anna and I live almost a
thousand miles away from the rest of her family. As a result, the only time
I've ever seen Christina until recently was at Anna's and my wedding six years
ago.

I know that the fact that Anna and Christina are not close has been a source
of regret for Anna. She's mentioned it to me several times over the years. So
when Christina called her big sister and asked if she could stay with us for
awhile while she checked out some college, Anna readily said yes.

Me? I had mixed feeling about little sis' visit. On the one hand it would be
nice to have someone to talk to during the day while she was here. On the
other hand, in the week leading up to her visit, my daily list of chores got
longer and longer because Anna wanted everything to be "just right" for her
baby sister.

When I suggested that if it was so important for everything to be "just right"
perhaps Anna should pitch in and help around the house a little, she simply
flexed her steel hard, satin smooth biceps and told me to shut up about it.
Needless to say, I shut up.

So I have to admit that I was feeling a little bit sour towards sis until I
locked eyes on her. It seems that Christina had grown up quite a lot in the
last six years. At 5'5" she wasn't as tall as her big sister. Her figure
wasn't quite as voluptuous either, but at 34DD-23-35, she was quite impressive
nonetheless.

Rather than possessing the classic beauty of Anna, Christina was more the
all-American girl-next-door type. Her roundish face with her wholesome
features and smile seemed to radiate youthful vigor and warmth. Since she was
in a bikini checking out our pool within twenty minutes of her arrival, I also
got an excellent chance to check out her long, shapely legs and her tight,
round little ass. One characteristic that she did share with her big sister
was the roundness and fullness of her ample breasts.

Of course, I had to notice such things about my sister-in-law while pretending
not to notice her at all. I was a polite and cordial host to her that first
day while Anna was close by. I was careful to be that and nothing more.

It was on the second day of her visit while Anna was at work that I got to
know Christina a little better. She noticed right away that I was very busy
completing my chores around the house.

"Are you always this busy?" she asked in a sweet, concerned voice.

"Well, you know, I like to run a pretty tight ship," I replied not letting on
that I was under the firm control of her sister.

"Is that so?" she giggled.

"Of course; why do you ask?"

"Well, I couldn't help notice that my big sister left you this list of
chores," she said. I hadn't noticed before that she was holding the list that
Anna always left for me pinned to the bulletin board in the utility room.

"Oh, well, that's just a list of suggestions that Anna leaves for me," I said
trying to cover up the truth.

"Oh yeah, then why did I hear her tell you before she left for work that you'd
better finish your chores today 'of else'? What's the 'or else'?" she asked.

"Oh that," I scoffed, "That's just a little joke between the two of us."

"Great!" she said, "Then why don't you grab your swim suit and join me for a
dip in the pool?" When she asked me this, she bounced up and down a little bit
in her enthusiasm. I have to admit that the jiggle of her double-D's made this
an offer that was hard to refuse. On the other hand, the knowledge of what
Anna would do to me if I failed to complete my chores because I took time off
to go swimming with her beautiful younger sister made my decision pretty easy.

"No, I'd better do my chores," I sulked.

"Okay," she said, "I guess you know best. But if I had a husband as cute as
you, I wouldn't want him to tire himself out doing silly chores all day if you
know what I mean." The way she turned and gave her cute little tushy an extra
wiggle when she walked away made me feel pretty certain that I knew what she
meant.

Believe me, it was hard to get my chores done that day. Every chance I got I
would sneak a little peak at my hot little sister-in-law in her bikini.
Somehow I still managed to get them done by the time Anna got home.

After Anna got home, she wanted to spend the entire evening visiting and
getting to know her little sister better. This meant that I was pretty much on
servant detail for the entire night. I didn't mind so much though since
Christina felt comfortable enough to wear her sleeping attire in front of me.
Her sleeping attire consisted of a pair of pink panties and a tight t-shirt
that read "Your boyfriend wishes you looked like this."

The first time I read that shirt, I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from
affirming that for ninety-nine percent of the men in the world, that t-shirt
was undoubtedly true!

The next couple of days went like this. Anna went to work while I stayed home
and did my chores. Meanwhile, Christina would run around the house in various
bikinis, short shorts and other revealing outfits. Once or twice I even caught
glimpses of her fresh out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel that
didn't quite cover everything.

When Anna would come home at night, she wanted to spend time with her sister.
The two of them grew closer each day. I have to admit that it pleased me to
see my wife this happy. Unfortunately, it also meant that she often came to
bed later than usual, and our amazing sex life suffered for it. Plus, she
didn't want to engage in some of our noisier sexual exploits because she
didn't want baby sis to hear us.

So that brings us up to speed. That's why I'm standing here peaking out my
window watching my hot little sister-in-law sitting on a chaise lounge
catching a few rays. She's fallen into a pattern of deep breathing now. I'm
watch her breasts heave as she slowly breathes in and out, in and out.

"That's it, Baby, inhale ... exhale ... inhale ... exhale." I can't take it
anymore. Just as my hand reaches into my shorts and finds my penis I hear the
sound of "Ahem!" behind me.

I turn around to see Anna glaring at me. "And what are YOU looking at?" she
asks.

"Anna!" I ask, "What are you doing home?" Before she can answer I add, "Baby,
you look so beautiful!"

She did look beautiful too. The only clothing she had on was a form fitting
pink slip that barely reached her mid-thighs. Her large breasts stood firm and
full and proud on her heaving chest. Her firm jaw and her lush lips were tight
and alluring.

It was her eyes however that let me know that I was n danger. Her eyes were on
fire! I'd never seen Anna like this before. Even when she punished me in the
past, she did so dispassionately as if she was performing an unpleasant but
necessary chore. This was different. Those fiery eyes told me it was
different.

She took a step towards me. "I decided to come home early to surprise you. I
know I've been neglecting you lately so I thought I'd treat you to a little
impromptu mid-morning sex. I undressed on my way up the stairs because I
couldn't wait to get to the bedroom and pillage you."

"Wow, Honey, what a great surprise this is; I'm so happy!" I said in a lame
attempt to survive.

Anna continued, "And when I get here, what do I see? My husband spying on my
baby sister and twiddling his dink! MY HUSBAND!"

"Oh, Honey, Is that what you think?" I asked trying to sound as innocent as I
could. "That I . . . That I was? Oh, no, Baby! You've got the wrong idea!"

"SHUT UP!" she ordered.

Sensing that now was the time to beg for mercy, I threw myself down on the
floor and prostrated myself at my strong wife's feet. "Please, Anna, please,
I'm sorry! Please, don't hurt me; I'll never do it again! I'm just a man, a
weak, weak man. Please, Baby, I love you. Please, don't hurt me! Please, Baby,
please!"

"You're right about one thing," she said coldly, "You are weak. All men are
weak." She reached down and grabbed the back of my shirt with one hand. She
effortlessly lifted me into the air. I was still rolled up like a ball and
shaking like a leave. "That's why weak little men like you need strong women
like me to teach them lessons from time to time."

The next morning after Anna left for work, I was clearing away the breakfast
dishes. There was not a single part of my body that didn't hurt. I had a black
eye, a swollen jaw and bruises over more than fifty percent of my body. My
left arm would be next to useless for the next week or so. Even my eyebrows
hurt.

Christina came bouncing into the kitchen wearing the skimpiest bikini I'd seen
her in yet. "Wow! She really let you have it, didn't she?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. It probably seemed pretty silly to try to hide
the truth, but after all, I am still a man. I still have SOME pride. Sort of.

"C'mon," Christina said, "Anna told me all about it."

"Oh. Did she tell you why she did it?" I asked sheepishly.

"Yes, you perv! I must say, I don't care much for being spied on that way!"

"Sorry," I said through my bruised, swollen jaw.

"Well, I'm afraid that 'sorry' just isn't going to cut it, mister!"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Anna gave me permission to punish you myself," she said with a sinister grin.

"Oh, yeah? What are you going to do?" I asked unconcerned.

Then Christina held up her arms and began to flex them. I watched as her
biceps began to rise. They rose to fourteen, fifteen, sixteen then seventeen
inches!

"Oh . . . I'll think of something," she said as she took a step towards me.

"No! NO! NOOOOOO!" I cried.

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One more thing, I've been trying to contact two fellow writers on this
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knows how to get in touch with either of them, please pass my email address
along and let them know that I'd love to hear from them. Thanks.